Musings

The thing that rubs in traditions is not usually the tradition itself, it's the buggy controllers who go beyond the tradition into the role of dictator, censoring and bogging down with personal morals that stuff it up.
The ones who actually need a bit of a leash.

Thus I am the Sacred Other, always outside the boundary, walking between ways.

Thinking about events the last few weeks, shifting the fire thought of "enduring" teaching, separating the teacher from the magick, and the admin from the teacher... to expanding pathways. My job is coyote, breaking norms, pushing boundaries, dancing circles around "stuck in Ways."